I always had my way, as you had yours; Each to the other courteous but firm, Interpreters of verdicts, codes and laws, Of jurisdiction, penalty and term, Softening confrontation where we could— Our love no less for that and no less rash Than vulgar fires of paraffin and wood That blaze a while and then subside to ash. A widened eye served notice of dissent; A slight embrace, apology in full; A short ‘Good night’ to signal discontent; Our bed the only site of push and pull. The world misunderstood such lack of show: Serenity without— caged fire below.
WEST INDIES, 2006
Poem Published in the following books: Homeless In My Heart